After the end, the wind sweeps clean
The sky is clear and bright
The radiation glows unseen
Beyond the lambent light
Although the world now stands betrayed
By metal, glass and stone
I plant my roots still unafraid
Immortal and alone
What need have I of book or pen?
My chloroplasts are all
For what goes round must come again
Upon this sandy ball
And though I perish in the end
When all the days are done
Still I stood tall and did not bend
Beneath the lonely sun


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